The X-men run missions and work together with the NYPD, striving to maintain a peaceful balance between humans and mutants. When it comes to a fight, they won't back down from protecting those who need their help.
Haven presents itself as a humanitarian organization for activists, leaders, and high society, yet mutants are the secret leaders working to protect and serve their kind. Behind the scenes they bring their goals into reality.
From the time when mutants became known to the world, SUPER was founded as a black-ops division of the CIA in an attempt to classify, observe, and learn more about this new and rising threat.
The Syndicate works to help bring mutantkind to the forefront of the world. They work from the shadows, a beacon of hope for mutants, but a bane to mankind. With their guiding hand, humanity will finally find extinction.
Since the existence of mutants was first revealed in the nineties, the world has become a changed place. Whether they're genetic misfits or the next stage in humanity's evolution, there's no denying their growing numbers, especially in hubs like New York City. The NYPD has a division devoted to mutant related crimes. Super-powered vigilantes help to maintain the peace. Those who style themselves as Homo Superior work to tear society apart for rebuilding in their own image.
MRO is an intermediate to advanced writing level original character, original plot X-Men RPG. We've been open and active since October of 2005. You can play as a mutant, human, or Adapted— one of the rare humans who nullify mutant powers by their very existence. Goodies, baddies, and neutrals are all welcome.
Short Term Plots:Are They Coming for You?
There have been whispers on the streets lately of a boogeyman... mutant and humans, young and old, all have been targets of trafficking.
The Fountain of Youth
A chemical serum has been released that's shaving a few years off of the population. In some cases, found to be temporary, and in others...?
MRO MOVES WITH CURRENT TIME: What month and year it is now in real life, it's the same for MRO, too.
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Ongoing Plots
Magic and Mystics
After the events of the 2020 Harvest Moon and the following Winter Solstice, magic has started manifesting in the MROvere! With the efforts of the Welldrinker Cult, people are being converted into Mystics, a species of people genetically disposed to be great conduits for magical energy.
The Pharoah Dynasty
An ancient sorceress is on a quest to bring her long-lost warrior-king to the modern era in a bid for global domination. Can the heroes of the modern world stop her before all is lost?
Are They Coming for You?
There have been whispers on the streets lately of a boogeyman... mutant and humans, young and old, all have been targets of trafficking.
Adapteds
What if the human race began to adapt to the mutant threat? What if the human race changed ever so subtly... without the x-gene.
Atlanteans
The lost city of Atlantis has been found! Refugees from this undersea mutant dystopia have started to filter in to New York as citizens and businessfolk. You may make one as a player character of run into one on the street.
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Posted by Cold Steel on Jun 14, 2008 16:13:50 GMT -6
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Steel awoke a half hour after the incedent feeling dizzy and disoriented. He got a head rush from standing to quick, and touched his nose. Blood was all over his finger. Steel looked around to see the Hunter bot down for the count. Steel couldn't find the mutant anywhere. Bummer here he thought he made a new friend. Just relizing that a group of people were sourrnding him he decided to book it before the cops or another robot comes. Still feeling drained and sore all over, Steel just ran down the alley and out into the street hoping to get lost in a crowd.
Dead tired Steel needed to rest, He round a corner into an ally to sit. Steel had ever been so tierd in his life, and now he had no one to help him, if something was to happen, or so he thought.
Steel heard foot steps heading to where he was sitting, upset that someone was to attack him so soon after losing so much energy, made him mad. He got up to see a little kid with a look of interst on his face. Steel said to the kid "you lost kid?"
Posted by kairutai on Jun 14, 2008 16:39:08 GMT -6
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"Lost? After my experiences, I think we're all lost! Are you lost? Of course you're lost! W'e're all lost!" Max gave an extreme chuckle, eyes widened so that he may have been able to have been compared to a large bug. "You're the one who came here. I've been here. In the shadows over there. I didn't feel like letting myself be known until I was sure you weren't dangerous. However, I'm surprised you can walk. A pity..." He said, as if the man had entered Maximillian's house or something to that effect. It may have been his home a couple weeks ago, or was it months, but now Max felt that he had moved on.
The previous instances with Ethan had left Max with a sense of untiy among some mutants. He had hope that they could prevail. However, the young mutant wasn't interested in believing in a sugar-coated version of living the life of a mutant. Life wouldn't become any easier in the close future, or probably the far future as well. He continued speaking as if he knew the stranger. Normally, he would have been a bit more weary, and alert, but he had gotten ahold of some drink that a kind passer-by had given him. He was now sure that it was tainted in some way. Nevertheless, it dropped his guard, and made him all over more friendly. He gave a toothy grin. "You weren't in the best shape upon arrival either, mind you," he said in a mtter-of-fact tone. It mirrored those he heard on shows like ER and the various other TV primes. "You've been here longer than you think."
"I do suppose you should start with introductions. Afterall, what position are you in to refuse?" He gave another laugh. They were both silent, but the effect was there. It echoed off the narrow walls of the alley. He stared into the eyes of the alleyway rester. He was not in a wonderful state of mind, causing his rash actions. "Whats your history? What are you in for?" Maximillian questioned as if he were the same age, and the two of them were in a prison, or a police jail cell. "Well..?!" Demanding, he was this fine evening.
Posted by Cold Steel on Jun 14, 2008 17:13:52 GMT -6
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Steel wasn’t too sure how to react to the kid, who was, well talking crazy. Looking from head to toe he could tell the kid had been here awhile. Not sure how to answer the questions Steel gave a… well blank expression on his face. If it wasn’t for the fact that it was a miracle he somehow managed to stand up and talk to the kid, Steel would be laughing so much. Noticing how the kid looked ad was talking the kid was either drinking or very, well crazy. Steel looked hard into the kid’s face and saw something, it looked like loneliness, or sadness, hell it could have been the fact that he was drinking.
Steel cracked a little laugh from the situation, sure he was in pain and couldn’t really talk that much but the kid was funny, and very friendly. “Alright kid, my names Cold Steel, but in cases such as this seeing as how you approached me you should have introduced yourself.” Steel said smiling, ”so tell me kid what’s your name?” registering what the rest of the things the kid said, Steel stopped the kid short and said, “Wait how long have I been here?” Steel questioned ignoring the last to questions that were asked. He wasn’t about to tell someone he just met anything about his history.
Posted by kairutai on Jun 14, 2008 17:41:00 GMT -6
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"Well, I don't own a watch...but I do believe you've been here maybe ten or twenty days. I don't know. I'm bad at guessing things." Max had spit out in a comical voice that was littered in a very heavy and forced English accent. Perhaps it was french. Most likely, with this kid, it was a mixture of both with possible addition of German. Despite the uncertainty of what it truely was, it was an unusual accent, and that was to say the least. He cleared his throat and recited,
"Maximillian
Merel, is my name, its true.
In the streets I lurk."
Max laughed rather insanely at his quickly made haiku, introducing himself. He gave the man a strange face as if having just gotten a taste of a very sour and bitter lemon. "Cold Steel? How strange a name, that is. Whoever would name their child that? Your mother must have lacked common sense, dearie." Max said, switching to the voice of an elderly woman or man. It seemed unisex. He staggered a bit away from the man, and leaned against the wall. He grabbed at his cheek and made a weird blathering sound. His aura was temporarily shut down, it would seem, from his intoxication, as Cold Steel had no effect from it. "Is your brother okay? I sense something bad might have taken a liking to him." Max said, finding this a randomly perfect time to practice some future-telling. He might have had some subconscious inspiration from a certain Harry Potter fictional Divination teacher. "You might want to hurry. Their tie is limited, I do fortell." His eyes were increased in size, if possible, and forlorning and full of despair, as if he truely believed the words he had said. "On a brighter note, its going to be sunny again tomorrow. Perfect tempererature for fishing. Do you think you would like to accompany me? I haven't gone since I was-" His words were cut off by himself grabbing his head. It felt as if his head was cut in two. As if a fight of blades was occupying his mind. His sanity was fighting for control over his body, but his intoxicated state was simply mocking him, and then dodging easier. "You never answered my questions I'm afraid to believe. Or...did you...?" His memory failed him. He rest against the wall a bit more, silence enveloping them for a bit, and then he spoke. "Here. Try this. Its actually quite good. Addicting. Fun. Wet." Fox had said with a laugh, and tossed the bottle the stranger from about a half hour ago had given him to Cold Steel. Why not share the love? "You look hurt. Maybe you should find a nice lady to fix you up." He said with a nod.
Posted by Cold Steel on Jun 14, 2008 17:56:04 GMT -6
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20 days that’s impossible!! Steel thought there is no way his body would be in so much pain still. Then a thought occurred last time he used his power like he did he was out for a day. Steel was thinking about his powers thinking that he almost died when he went that cold. Now that he thought about the time it did make some sense all his cuts and bruises were gone.
Definitely drunk Steel thought. Catching the bottle, and then in return throwing it in a dumpster. Even if he was drunk, Steel was still getting angry with this kid. Commenting about his family he never doesn’t even remember. “ Your one to talk Max Merel, don’t think I ever heard that one before.” Steel wasn’t sure about this kid; something about him seemed off, other than the fact that he was a kid drinking in the streets of New York. “Don’t you have school, and kids shouldn’t be drinking.” There was a backward silence for a second then Steel said “I won’t go fishing but you look like you could use some food, come on kid my treat, though you might need to help me walk.”
Regardless if the kid was dangerous or not he was hungry, and having a kid around might think twice when thinking he was the iced warrior.
Posted by kairutai on Jun 14, 2008 18:18:38 GMT -6
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"That what? My name? I'd imagine you wouldn't, as it's Belgian. Well, that ending part." Max gave a nod, then winced at the pain. "School....no. I have none. I wasn't drinking. I'm not old enough to. However, I do plan on it. Did you know I'm turning twenty-one next year? I can't wait." He said with a laugh. "Why would I want to go fishing with you. You smell funny, and look like you are the living dead. No hanks, I'll pass." He said it as if it were Cold Steel that had asked him to go fishing in the first place. He'd been under the effects of the drink for quite some time, and those effects came in short small bursts of concentrated intoxication. They were not nearly as bad as they were before Cold Steel had entered the alley. Previous to the stranger finding a resting spot, Max had assembled cans, was talking to them like they were his family, and was petting a pair of old ratty jeans while tellign jokes to the ill-humoured tin items. He paused.
"Food sounds good. I doubt that we're both in any status to go anywhere. Our clothes clash. We can't have that." Max said, and pointed from himself, to Cold Steel, then back again. "I am hung-" Once again, his words were cut off by something. This time, a loud rumbling that came from his stomache. He paused, and his body went cold. He would have felt his face, and it would have felt like ice. His face was sickeningly colourless, and he clutched that thin stomache of his. "One small moment." He said, similar to a receptionist on a phone call, whilst a customer walked up to the desk. He turned, and everything he had eaten or drank emptied with a sickening splash against the concrete of the alleyway. He stepped away from it, fortunately able to escape the puddle that he had made onto the cement. He turned back, colour still gone, but looking a bit relieved. "Ready!" He said meakly. He turned, and looked at Cold Steel awkwardly "Help you walk....how?" He wasn't much of a crutch, but would do what he could. He'd take a physical strain over a mental one at the moment. His mind was still at war. Before leaving, he made sure, or rather his stomache did, to completely empty himself.
Posted by Cold Steel on Jun 14, 2008 23:06:46 GMT -6
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Steel was a little grossed out by the vomit now stinking the alley. "Gross kid, you gonna be ok?" As the Maxwalks over to Steel, Steel figured since he was helping him Steel would help him. Steel raised his hand and put it on Max's head and lowered the tepature on his hand, cooling max's head. "Hope this helps" the left the alley and went to a small diner and placed an order.
Waiting for the food Steel engaged Max in conversation asking him about his history and questiones like "so where you going or coming from, a kid your age should be in school?"
Posted by kairutai on Jun 15, 2008 12:56:31 GMT -6
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Max's eyes scanned the diner. He knew where he was. It was the same place that he had gone to, in Ethan's company, not too long ago. Thinking of his previous encounter with the mutant, he fumbled with the straw wrapper from the clear plastic bendy straw that was poked into his cup of ice. He was unsure where Cold Steel had gotten the idea that he was hungry, but it didn't matter. Max made an amazing discovery. He was a mutant. It would explain the unusual name. Nobody's hands were that cool. Nor would they have such an effect. The effects of his mutation were eventually going to wear off, but for now, he enjoyed the sheer bliss of being able to talk, and function normally without wincing. This was good, because there were loud sounds of metal against glass, and other combinations of the two materials in the kitchen, which they were sitting not too far from. Perhaps without meaning, Maximillian mapped out the restaraunt. Last time, he was a fool and made a scene in the diner. This time, he would at least plan on being outside before jumping at whatever there was to give him a reason to explode.
Far to his left was the kitchen, where sounds and talking were taking place, and busy workers zoomed in and out of. To the right, was a sit-and-eat bar with a seperate menu, all non-alcoholic to keep a family outlook. The air around all parts of the restaraunt was chilly, which made Max shiver, but he held that in, and welcomed the cool air on his clammy forehead. Tables were littered in a patternless arrangement. Behind the seat he was in was the exit a decent amount of yards off, and to the north was a wall covered in 'Find the Cure' paper balloons. The diner's décor was a bit old-fashioned, and reminder Max of the diners that had the waitresses in rollerblades that raced around and served food. He sighed a sigh of longing when his chicken tenders arrived. He was thankful for the meal, but had no idea why people had thought that he was always hungry. He may have been of a smaller build, but they always offered him food. However, the last two times he'd eaten with a mutant, he was hungry. "Coming from? Well, I used to live in Oregon? Does that count?" Max was pretty sure that wasn't the idea he was asking for, but it didn't matter. "I'm not sure where I'm going..." He paused, then corrected himself. "I know where I'm going to go, most likely, if I decide to, but I'm not sure where that is. Name wise. I wasn't paying attention. I thought I already said I don't go to school?"He looked back, and tried to replay their entire encounter in his mind. I don't go to school, because mine was attacked my freakish robots that wan't to hunt mutants down. Max thought to himself. He was sure not to say this though. He may have been friendly so far, but the man wasn't without his needs for suspicion.
After all, Max had found him in an alley. Or had he found Maximillian? He tried to remember, and his head started to ache, so he stopped. The man was also banged up and hurt from something. What could have caused him that damage? What attacked him, or had he fallen off a ladder or something? If if wasn't an accident, the younger mutant would've guessed a cop or unfriendly passerby would be behind the pain. Why would the cops be after him was an easy-to-solve question. He was a mutant. It was simple as that. They weren't going to be to upset over mutant abuse. They'd probably be rewarded and cheered on, he could imagine. "You're asking me questions. How about some for you? What's your real name, and why do you pick up random children on the streets? You wont get a ransom by taking me." Max wa ready to dart away if necessary. He doubted that was the man's intentions. He could hardly move on his own, more or less kidnap someone. "This part of a 'Help the Homeless'' act? Does it make you feel warm inside?" He asked, while chewing on some BAR-B-Q-sauce covered chicken. It was heaven in his mouth. "Where were you before you came to the alley?" He needed to know some of these things, but he was still a bit loopy, and a look into his dilated eyes could have said so.
Posted by sawyer101 on Jun 15, 2008 15:10:02 GMT -6
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So here they were out in New York, being shuffled back and forth by children when there’s adult business to attend to in the background.
They had come to check with MMRC. Their supervisor had told them the word on the street – NYPD had at least one if not two mutant terrorist groups running around uncontained, and they weren’t being forthcoming with the documents on them.
Now, instead of being handed stacks of incident reports relating to mutant terrorists, they were being taken to lunch by a man named Brady. His department seemed to be Talking and Misdirection. It wasn’t mutant work. Oh well, at least they were getting lunch out of it. It was usually a pretty nice lunch, too. It was always a little awkward hanging out in a restaurant in their uniforms, but a nice lunch is a nice lunch.
They were just pulling into the parking lot of the restaurant, a little French deal, when the words “stalker” and “mutants” caught Downshift’s ear. Then something about freezing. Then the radio was off.
“So, you boys ready for some chow?” said Brady.
Downshift wouldn’t even have bothered with him if not for the fact that stealing his car would have been a little bad-mannered.
“No, listen. My partner and me are here to catch mutant terrorists. Don’t pretend you didn’t hear that. We are going over to assess the scene. Turn that back on.”
A friendly smile. Well, too-friendly. “Now don’t tell you’d rather waste your time chasing after muties when you could be getting lunch.”
Downshift’s jaw clenched. Distracting stories were one thing, but now he was being openly antagonistic. “What is it with you, anyway? Is it because we’re FBI? Is it because we’re ‘muties’? Turn that radio back on and get us to that scene!” He looked at Flag, then added an afterthought. “We can appropriate your vehicle, if we need to.”
Brady turned all the way around to gawk at him, but he did turn the radio back on. He even one-upped it by radioing in to ask about the scene.
In the end it took Downshift getting on to get the information. It was at Times Square. Should be easy to find, and easy to get witnesses. It would take a little time, though. Oh well, that gave the two of them a little time to do a little prep.
They called in, asked what info there was on a freezer and a darkness-something-or-other who can disappear. Gave them the brief descriptions they heard.
“Get on them now,” was his answer. “That freezer might be this guy ‘Cold Steel.’ The NSA’s been bending my arm backwards about him. Do us all a favor and pick him up.”
“So we’re going after ‘em, with the freezer being first priority.”
“Affirmative.”
He and Flagman exchanged looks. In a way it was better to have something to do, not being shuffled around. But it was never fun doing a snatching. Not against guys like this one. Well, if they were lucky and everything worked out, MMRC might be a little more forthcoming. …Or they might get territorial. No time to worry about that yet.
Posted by Cold Steel on Jun 15, 2008 15:45:12 GMT -6
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Looking at the burger Steel’s mouth began to water, nothing ever looked so good. It had been a while since he had eaten, according to Max twenty days most. After scarfing the burger down in a few bites, he started on the fries, until max started talking to him and questioning his motives. Noticing that max had been looking a little on the cool side, Steel realized the small chill he often got when he was hungry, and tried to tone it down a bit. Looking at max Steel said, “Max do you really think I would try to get a ransom out of you, I found you in the alley, or you found me either way, I am not going to try and ransom you.” If it came down to it Steel thought he wouldn’t hurt the kid or put him in danger, far from it he just needed someone to have tag along so he wouldn’t be suspected of anything. “ Look at the shape I am in” Steel said bluntly, “ even if your just a kid I am sure you could have run from me if you wanted to, hell for all you know I could have slipped you something when you weren’t looking at your food.” “How’s the BBQ chicken? Good right?” Steel gave a little chuckle now getting some food in his stomach, and regaining his energy. The look on the kids face was priceless, ”To soon to joke?” An uneasy feeling came that he know was coming, he had a strange feeling about this max kid. Steel didn’t fear him far from it, he felt like he could trust him, Sam sighed and said “Names Sam, don’t really know how I can phrase where I am coming from but where I'm going to not to sure, was thinking bout the mutant school upstate I heard so much about.” Steel felt like an idiot, he couldn’t believe that he just outed that he was a mutant to this kid. Thinking he could play it off as some joke Steel shifted in his seat little feeling very uncomfortable, and said “Just kidding, crazy thing bout these mutants right?” shifting his eyes a little he looked out side and waited for a reply while eating some fries.
Posted by kairutai on Jun 15, 2008 16:12:56 GMT -6
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Max ignored Cold Steel's comment about the random money. It was a stupid thing to ask, but he felt like it for some reason. "I could have found you, but it doesn't mean that you weren't going to just roll with it. I'll believe you though." He said, the fact that the other was a mutant greatly improved Max's trust. Though he shouldn't have, he was being biased. He tried to be racially, or at least gentically, equal, but nothing anymore seemed to allow that. The states were becoming a seperated world. It would make more sense to Max if they would just give mutants their own section of the states. Let them set up their own legislature and such. However, this plan would tear up families. Everyone seemed to have a mutant in there family it seemed. They were everywhere, even though only a small fraction of the world were such beasts. He looked at Sam warningly. "I could call the police, report mutants. Or just scream it, and then they'd come get you. "However..."
He paused, looking him in the eyes, as if he were still deciding wether to order a desert or not. "However, I don't think that I could do that. Something wont let me. Maybe its the fact you gave me food..." He said, with a grunt that he hoped made him sounds older, though it probably had an effect completely different. He picked up his last chicken strip, and submerged it in more sauce. He finished it off, and stacked up his garbage on one side of his table, while cleaning the other side somewhat obsessively with his napkin. Such a mess he made. He figured it would he could at least do that for the waitress. They had such hard jobs. Not rewarding in the least bit. "Or maybe it's because I'm...interested. I can't find the answers to my questions if I throw you out can I? No. You're not going to get away that easily." Fox decided studying him. There was something secretive about the stranger. He was curious to figure out what it was. He may not know that Max was a mutant, alot of people didn't, as he was unregistered, Still, it might be best if he didn't know. At least, it was fun to keep it secret. He stood and pushed in his chair. "I'm done when you are." He added. It was strange, waiting for him. He didn't need to wait, really. After they exited, wouldn't they just go their own ways? He did his best not to fiddle impatiently.
Posted by Cold Steel on Jun 15, 2008 18:11:08 GMT -6
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“So where exactly are you heading? You never said.” Asked Steel as the were walking out of the diner. Steel was surprised that Max figured out that he was a mutant. The kids smart he probably knew before I talked to him. “So what kind of questions do you want answered and why are you so interested?” “Most kids your age would be scared to death of what I m capable of.” Steel said sounding powerful, max didn’t know what he could do yet, but Steel had a hunch that he was in the ballpark.
Posted by kairutai on Jun 15, 2008 18:41:28 GMT -6
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"A place I'll feel more welcome, if accepted back. I was there for a while, but decided to come back to the streets. I left something here. Well, two somethings, though I'm not sure what the other something is. I just know i left it here." Maximillian explained, though it sounded very much like he was following a fortune cookie. He was trying his best to not let it off that he was also a mutant, but it was hard. His earlier intoxication was a bit over, but his mind was still fogged over, and he wasn't as quick witted as usual. He was, however, more alert to his surroundings, he thought he noticed. It could have been a hallucination though. "Well, were you ever picked up by a stranger in the streets, then fed, and still talking to him?" He asked quizzically. "Its nothing normal for even a city as the size of this." Max added. "Especially when you find out that the stranger is a mutant." He hissed, looking around, making sure no one heard him as he walked. "Where did you say you were going? I want to come." He said, inviting himself along. Max was feeling somewhat leechy. Also feeling equally as pathetic for asking, he continue to walk with him, until they had crossed the street. He tried not to lead, as he was unaware of where he was going. He had already gotten what he had come for, well the something he was sure about.
Max looked into the distance. It was now dark and he would have guessed around one-thirty. How much time had they spent in that diner anyways? A few cars passed by, a cop car, a black sedan, and a purple hummer and a rainbow-painted bus that said 'Yosemite or Bust' were the mkost memorable of hundreds of cars. "I'm starting to think that walking across these streets isn't as safe as they appear." Max joked, knowing that the streets were anything but appearing as safe.
Posted by Cold Steel on Jun 15, 2008 18:55:01 GMT -6
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"Well i am kinda tired Max so do you have anywhere we could go, what place did you feel welcome at?" Body still feeling like it was in a blender, Steel slowly but surly kept pace with max as the two were walking down the street. Getting darker Steel was to big on the idea of being out at night, being a mutant only hurt the situation, if something happened then he would have top use his powers and attract attention, still being weak he couldn't trow to many punches. Steel waited eagerly to see if Max did have any places if he could sleep for the night.
Just then Steel tensed up he had a strange feeling he was being watched feeling uneasy Steel tried to act normal, to make it seem like nothing was wrong but Steel kept an eye out for anything abnormal.
Posted by sawyer101 on Jun 16, 2008 15:27:24 GMT -6
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**OOC: Man, you guys are just eating and walking around, all with the FBI after you. My guys must be having an off day with their tracking. **
It took too long to get to the scene; the perps were already long gone. They scanned the scene, and started to interview witnesses. It was a good thing the cops were still there, holding a few witnesses.
Flagman was a major help in the interviews. It helps when you can instantly judge if they’re distracted, bored, or lying. Narrows things down. Makes it easier to pick up details like which way they went. After one worked-up woman’s description of the creepy soldier-ish freezer, Downshift was sure deep in the hunch section of his brain that they were close to ‘Cold Steel.’
So they started the footwork. Flagman was the bloodhound, Downshift the guy with the leash to stop the bloodhound from wandering distractedly into traffic. If only Flag had met the guy before, this would be a lot easier, of course.
“Got a live one; male I think – deranged, destructive – somewhere over there.” So they chased his lead. Fifteen minutes and one extremely surprised non-mutant homeless man later they were back on the trail.
The sun was already low in the sky when Flagman announced, “Here we go – a pair. An odd pair. One pained and suspicious probably-male and one angry drunk probably-male. Whoa, the drunk one is all over the place. Huh?” He looked up at Downshift, then shook his head. “Let’s check them out.”
Flag led the way. They rounded the corner and saw the pair down the block, their backs turned. It was an adult and a kid. That fit the description. The kid was the drunk one. Well, that wasn’t even reason to sic the Snatchers on him, but it where there’s one thing there’s usually others…
They didn’t want to get closer to alert the pair to their presence, so Downshift sent an eye. It was over their heads, safe as long as they didn’t suddenly look up. What he saw made him sure – the man’s clothes and his wounds both confirmed it – this was their perp. And he’d never seen a man who more closely resembled ‘Cold Steel’ in his mugshot. Well, crap. Things were going to get chilly.
He pulled out his radio to let his supervisor know and maybe get some backup. …And it couldn’t hurt to confirm that they really had to pick the guy up.